Thoughts In Transit Poem by Frederick Nellist

Poems derived inside my head
Two years past not yet read
Words of love chose long ago
Forgotten, where did they go
My poor minds unprinted books
Unwritten prose hung on hooks
Beautiful words not yet worn
Virgin pages won't get torn.

Thoughts a poet meant to share
Un-retrieved, who will care
No longer reside in minds sight
Or printed pages shining bright
I can't recall, I don't know why
Words of love condemned to die
Verse not written or even said
Long forgotten, not really dead.